Compared with others, Miao Xiaoqing's path seemed to be too easy.

No wonder Zhang Ailing would say that it is necessary to become famous as soon as possible, in their opinion, Miao Xiaoqing is just selling herself at a good price while she is young, and even Miao Xiaoqing herself thinks so.

At least, he treated her differently.

He is very gentle when he speaks to her, and he never loses his temper, on the contrary, Miao Xiaoqing will be petty under Han Siyou's pampering, and he always has a way to make her happy.

If there are other people present at this moment, it can be easily seen that the plain and waveless appearance maintained under the man's eyes is like the sea surface when the moonlight falls on the city, cold, gorgeous, long, and illusory.

However, the girls who are immersed in love, they can't see these things.

So, after attending the new song press conference, Miao Xiaoqing greeted her agent and flew directly to Africa on the same day.

When the agent learned that she was leaving at this juncture, he was naturally unhappy, but because of the owner behind her, he had to resign himself to cleaning up the mess.

Miao Xiaoqing has been to Egypt, Niger, and later to South Africa, every time he just walked on her back heels, the weather here was relatively hot, the climate was relatively humid and hot, causing her skin to tan a circle, rough a lot, when she went out, she had to wrap herself into zongzi, and finally found him in Ghana.

He was watching a soccer game when she went, and the bustling soccer stadium was bustling with people, and she caught a glimpse of him in the crowd in a predominantly black country.

"You're here. He looked at her gently, his eyes smiled lightly, and Miao Xiaoqing obediently walked up to him, "Si You!"

He didn't say anything, and sat down in the empty seat next to her, "Come, accompany me to watch this game." ”

Miao Xiaoqing glanced at the football field, a group of black pressed people, if it were not for them wearing white and red jerseys, she couldn't tell which team was at all, just like the Chinese in the eyes of foreigners are basically the same, in Miao Xiaoqing's eyes, the black people in front of them feel the same, even the height is almost the same.

I really don't know what he's trying to do here.

Miao Xiaoqing subconsciously looked up at Han Siyou's eyes, and after the man noticed it, he smiled softly at her, and subconsciously rubbed her head, Miao Xiaoqing immediately turned into a cat, moved closer to him, snuggled up to his shoulder and rubbed his expression lazy.

Han Siyou liked her action very much, this was discovered by Miao Xiaoqing by chance, and later she often did this action inadvertently, which could be exchanged for more gentle treatment by men.

Sure enough, the man leaned over her lips and sucked softly, his gaze sometimes lingering and sometimes misty......

Miao Xiaoqing was immersed in his deep kiss and couldn't help but sigh.

There was a sudden burst of chanting on the stage, and some people even stood up and were excited, shouting in English to the athletes in the audience, Miao Xiaoqing's English is not good, she was not born to be a piece of learning material, she chose to learn dance in an art school, but in order to have a wide range of scenes in the future, the company arranged an English teacher, so that she could take the time to learn to recharge, she could basically understand those people shouting the name of a certain athlete, he had just scored.

Han Siyou had already let go of him, and there was a black man sitting next to him, they seemed to know each other, the two were communicating in English, the black man took out a manual, which recorded the specialties and various skills of the athletes off the field, the black man pointed to the head on it, and communicated with Han Siyou, Miao Xiaoqing sat quietly next to him.

She noticed that Han Siyou was talking to the black man and glanced at her.

Overwhelmed, she nervously asked, "What's wrong?"

"It's fine. Han Siyou said, he showed her the manual, and pointed to the athletes on it, "Do you think that team will win?"

Miao Xiaoqing doesn't like football, she doesn't even understand the basic rules, she probably read the manual and pointed to the team casually, "This team should be able to." ”

She was referring to the red team.

Han Siyou looked at her with a smile, then returned the manual to the black man, and the two talked again, and then the black man beckoned two women in professional clothes, and at a glance he knew that the assistant and the like, he explained a few words to the other party, and the two women left.

Miao Xiaoqing couldn't help but be curious, "What did you just talk to him about?"

"You want to know?" he asked her with a smile.

Miao Xiaoqing nodded and hugged his arm coquettishly, "Just tell me, the gods are mysterious." ”

Han Siyou sat there with a comfortable face, and said lightly, "He just made a bet with me that the team in the casino would win." ”

The man's undivided gaze was on the stage, and he seemed to enjoy watching a football game.

"Okay, why bet. ”

Han Siyou smiled and patiently explained to her, "You don't understand this, men's business is often negotiated like this." ”

"Do you have to lose money if you lose?" Miao Xiaoqing said nervously, and hurriedly asked, "Then which team do you bet on to win?"

Han Siyou looked back at her and said with a smile, "You just said it." ”

Because of Han Siyou's words, Miao Xiaoqing stared at the field intently, and asked Han Siyou to explain to him if she couldn't understand the place, and his magnetic voice sounded in her ears from time to time, if she stayed in the past, she might still be a nymphomaniac, she just stared at the fierce fight between the two pairs on the field at the moment, regretting that she was so casual just now.

Her eyes followed the red movement, and when she saw the person in red score a goal, she cheered, and when she saw a goal in white, she hung her head and chest for a while, and after watching a game, she gradually liked the football game.

The result was still unsatisfactory, and the red team still lost.

The black man took a contract, and she watched Han Siyou sign it, and then the two shook hands and talked happily.

Miao Xiaoqing glanced at it secretly, silently counting the zeros on it, and her heart was pounding.

So much so that when she went back, Miao Xiaoqing's mood was not high.

Han Siyou comforted her, "It's just a happy picture, what's there to care about." ”

Miao Xiaoqing muttered in her heart, you are generous, that is more than a billion, she is really valuable in this ball game.

At night, Miao Xiaoqing's appetite is not very good, she didn't eat a few bites, the artist herself should pay attention to her figure at any time, and she is strict with her body when she learns to dance, she can't get used to eating things here at all, and even a little uncomfortable.

She returned to her room early and rested in bed, her physical strength had already been exhausted after a long journey of half a month.

After Han Siyou returned to the room, he went to the next room to work, he has a lot of real estate, there are houses under his name all over the country, he is very strict with the requirements for residence, there is a place to stay wherever he goes, the night outside is dark, the window is not closed, the documents on the desk are rustling, the lights in the room are very dim, the cigarette butt in his hand is flickering and flickering, a wisp of green smoke disperses with the wind, the cool breeze pours into his chest from the window, the cold hurts, as if there is a card scraping his inner chest.

In the middle of the night, Miao Xiaoqing had a high fever, Han Siyou felt that there was a stove sleeping next to him, and after noticing that something was wrong, he turned on the light and saw a woman with a red face, shaking her body, "Xiaoqing, wake up!"

The man has burned unconscious.

Han Siyou cursed a foul word in his mouth, and then sat up and called the doctor.

Miao Xiaoqing has been dreaming, the dream back to her childhood, her parents divorced when she was eight years old, her mother remarried, she grew up alone with her father, although the family conditions are not rich, but her father tried his best to meet her needs, at the age of twelve in the summer night, she was sick and had a high fever, her father has been with him, whispering softly in her ear to comfort her, she only felt uncomfortable, her father had to softly coax her to wipe her sweat, she cried and called her father's name, took his hand and said uncomfortable, and then gradually settled down in comfort.

Father?

When Miao Xiaoqing took his hand and called Dad, Han Siyou not only shook his head, but then smiled, she regarded herself as his father.

People are the most vulnerable when they are sick, and the reason why Miao Xiaoqing can treat him as his father is that he thinks he is too good to her.

His eyes darkened, and now that he had learned how to shush a woman, the person who needed him the most was no longer by his side.

Miao Xiaoqing's high fever quickly subsided, it was morning when she woke up, the whole person was sleepy, there was a needle eye on the back of her hand, which was left by the infusion, and her body was sticky, she got up to take a bath for herself, stood in front of the mirror in a bathrobe, and subconsciously touched her face and forehead, it turned out that last night was not a dream, she was sick and he took care of him all night by his side.

After Miao Xiaoqing got dressed, she went out of the room and saw the Filipino maid preparing breakfast, and after she went downstairs, she happened to meet Han Siyou who was going out for a run, he stopped, "Are you well?"

She nodded, reached out to wrap her arms around his waist, and was avoided by the man, "Sweat!"

He took the towel and wiped his sweat as he bypassed her and went upstairs.

Miao Xiaoqing didn't care, she went to the garden and went around, she liked this place very much, the garden was full of roses, and at a glance she knew that someone was carefully taken care of, she had been to Han Siyou A lot of real estate, every house has such a garden, fiery red roses, noble and exquisite, anyone who sees these will be in a much better mood.

She took out her mobile phone, stood in the garden to take a selfie, and chose the most beautiful one to post on Weibo, with a message: Morning in Ghana, the sun is shining, I just want to say good morning!

After sending it out, she immediately turned off Weibo, knowing that there would be consequences later.

The Filipino maid can speak Chinese, and after preparing breakfast, she came to the garden to call her, Miao Xiaoqing happened to sit under the flowers and vines and listen to the song, the sun was shining, shining on her fair and almost transparent skin, everything was so beautiful!

Han Siyou sat at the dining table and waited for her to come back, after Miao Xiaoqing saw him, she immediately became much more well-behaved and sat quietly next to him, she smelled the faint smell of tobacco on the man's body, she was a little unhappy and said, "Siyou, don't smoke, it's not good for your health." ”

Han Siyou connived at Miao Xiaoqing, and he also seemed to like her to manage him, and occasionally came up with a word of concern, which was enough to make a man feel good.

When she said this, Han Siyou not only didn't get angry, but while listening to Miao Xiaoqing's bangs to her ears, as if inadvertently, "Okay!"

Without hesitation.

At this time, Miao Xiaoqing's cheeks were faintly crimson, and her face was flushed, and she was shy.

She knew that he loved to see her like this.

He dotes on her, obeys her in everything, and obeys any request of his girlfriend like a man and a woman in love.

However, Miao Xiaoqing couldn't help but quietly look at this almost perfect man through the corner of her eye, and she thought she was dazzled for a moment.

She even had the feeling that he was looking at others through her?